Low-end version system main god

Chapter 897

Ten days passed quickly, and it was another month in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Liu forgot how many demon fruits he sent out, at least the monkeys here all ate the fruits and became spirits, and other fairies abounded, all of them got the favor of Xiao Liu.

If you can see the secret, you will definitely find that Xiao Liu is entwined with millions of karma, it is like a sun, radiating intense brilliance in all directions.

It is undoubtedly an act of merit to turn a wild beast into a demon. Although a single one seems insignificant, it can add up to a lot, and it can also be turned into merit.

At least the virtuous golden body on Xiao Liu's body is more dense and shiny. Originally, one foot was the limit, but now it has grown to three fingers thick.

Faint spots began to appear on the body of the extremely rich merit gold, like the faint light of stars, lingering around the body.

At this time, a monkey returned empty-handed.

Obviously, all the slightly yellow things around have been cleaned up. Although I have been busy all day, I didn't get anything.

After becoming sperm, the monkeys have opened up their spiritual intelligence, and naturally they will no longer bring fallen leaves to exchange for fruits.

Even if there is such a shameless guy, he will be beaten by other goblins and severely repaired.

Xiao Liu still threw a piece of fruit, followed by the monkeys and other goblins who got nothing.

"Your efforts are not worthless, at least let me know that there is nothing I am looking for here."

Hearing this, the goblins were all anxious.

The boss is going to run away.

Everyone is used to eating this delicious fruit. Those things used to be tasteless. How will life be after the boss leaves?
"Three feet in the ground!"

"No, dig three feet!"

"Even if you dig up the mountain and empty the river, you still have to find that thing."

So, all the goblins started to move, working from hill to hill.

From sunrise to sunset every day, although some yellow things can be dug up occasionally, but most of the time nothing is found.

Xiao Liu must practice what he says.

The goblin who has harvested will give two fruits, and the goblin who has not harvested will also give one.

On this day, the goblins rushed over chirping.

People from far away heard the shouts of "found it" and "over there".

Xiaoliu was refreshed, and immediately rushed up on Yuntou.

In the end, what I saw was a group of goblins covered in distress and bleeding, with more or less burn marks on their bodies.

"What happened? What happened?"

The vicious monsters around here were all eliminated by Nezha and Longyang, and there could be no more dangerous creatures.

Was it dug out of the ground?

"A lot of people died."

"A golden thing."

"Two people……"

Hearing this, Xiao Liu's heart tightened, and someone got it first, damn it!
Crashing down piles of fruits, and a gourd of healing medicine, Xiao Liu flew out on the cloud.

At the same time, he sent a message to Nezha and Longyang—Come on, do it!

"Hahaha...there are so many monsters here, and they are all low in strength. Killing them is like cutting vegetables and melons."

From afar, Xiao Liu saw the flames all over the mountains and plains, and heard an extremely arrogant laugh.

It's him!

Xiao Liu took a glance and understood the identity of the other party - Nezha.

Of course, it wasn't Nezha from my own family, but Chen Tangguan's brat.

Xiao Liu also read the list of gods.

Although the list of gods is not fully credible, there is still a general context. At this time, Nezha should be resurrected with his master to read the article, and even if he is not, he should practice his supernatural powers behind closed doors. How could he be wandering outside.

Next to Nezha stood a man with ape arms and a wasp waist. He had a handsome appearance, a masculine temperament, and a tall figure, which was in stark contrast to the short and dark Nezha.

"Master Nezha...Senior brother...this is not good."

"Although they are monsters, but they are slaughtered like this without asking indiscriminately, which hurts the peace of heaven."

If you want to kill, you can kill, one shot is the result, but why set fire to the mountain, and use the mountain fire to circle a big circle, and keep reducing the scope of the fire field, killing the monsters in it alive.

Nezha laughed loudly, and was rolled in the air by Huntian Ling, while Bai Shengsheng kicked his little feet back and forth, and even beat the ground with his small fists.

"Junior brother Yang Jian, our ancestors often say—those who have been hatched by Mao Daijiao and dampness, such inferior creatures should be killed one by one."

"The strength of these monsters in front of you is humble, but how do you know that they will not become big monsters in the future, and how do you know that the little monsters that have passed today will not slaughter villages and cities in the future?"

"Besides, my uncle said that you have a chance to call the three-headed dragon on this trip. You have no grievances or enmity with that three-headed dragon, and you don't know if it is good or evil. Why don't you kill it?"

Yang Jian blushed, not knowing how to answer.

Last month, he was an ordinary person in Guanjiangkou. He witnessed the tragic death of his family and the burning of his house.

Inexplicably, he was accepted as a disciple by a fairy and brought to the mountain to practice, but he was driven down the mountain to practice before he had practiced for a few days.

Up to now, Yang Jian is still in a daze.

When parting, the master explained many things, including the method of cultivation and other vague prophecies. Although he didn't understand, he wrote them down one by one and pondered them carefully along the way.

When Nezha heard that he had a chance to be a three-headed jiao, he immediately patted his chest and said that he was familiar with the dragon clan, and headed eastward all the way to the East China Sea.

After more than a month on the road, Yang Jian had a deep understanding of Nezha's temperament.

How should I put it, it's no different from those villains in the village who steal chickens and dogs.

It's just that the evil boys have fear, or the stick of the father, or the tears of the mother.

Little brother Nezha is not afraid of anything.

Although all evils are hateful, their ability to do evil is limited. Nezha is different.

Yang Jian has only practiced for a month and a half, but he has a special physique, has advanced rapidly, and is in line with the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Arts. His strength is already comparable to Nezha, and even a little higher than Nezha.

It's just that little brother Nezha has many magic weapons, if he uses magic weapons, he has no chance of winning at all.

Therefore, Yang Jian gave up the idea of ​​persuasion.

In case the dissuasion fails, the little senior brother will clean it up, and there is not even a place to reason.

Turning to look at the group of monsters surrounded by fire.

I saw the huge goblin spontaneously surrounded the periphery, using his body to block the shrinking of the fire circle.

It's a pity that this is not an ordinary flame, but spewed out from a pointed gun. Even the big monsters who have practiced for thousands of years will die if they touch it, let alone these little monsters.

However, the goblins remained unwavering, and spontaneously pushed the cubs to the middle, then turned around and came to the edge of the fire circle, digging soil and rocks frantically, using sand and stones and even their own bodies to bury the flames.

Haw, hum, yo...

Various cries came from the fire, and Yang Jian saw his father killed by the heavenly soldiers and generals, and the house was wiped out in the fire.

At that time, he was a mortal with no power to resist. The only thing he could do was to cover his sister's mouth and run away desperately.

Now, he has practiced and can pull mountains and rivers, but the person who set the fire was Nezha, his fellow disciple.

Alas, I only hope that the death of these goblins can satisfy my senior brother, and stop killing them indiscriminately.

But at this time, a little golden light lit up in the sky, and then the overwhelming wind hit the head and face.

(End of this chapter)